So, I read this Cracked article about how anxiety can ruin going to the movies. I didn’t expect to identify with the story as much as I did and I certainly didn’t think I’d have any “aha” moments. But I did.
First, the headline. This title was taken from a line of a scientific study about heightened empathy in people with social anxiety. Only they called it “social phobia”.
It’s Friday night and I talked with Mountain Girl this evening. She is a balm. I needed her because these past few weeks have been horrible.
I told her how my anxiety feels physically painful and about the amount of weight I have lost because eating is difficult. My throat tightens and it’s hard to even drink water.
I told her that I felt like there is a saber tooth tiger at my shoulder and I can nearly feel one of those impossibly long teeth ready to bite down.
Let me just say that the motherfucker would have to work at that shit because my neck and shoulder muscles are so tight that my baby boy can’t work them out and he usually can get them in line.
Randy is cooking breakfast for me and I am staring at a blank WordPress page.
I have started and stopped this post with the same words so many times that Bill Murray called me to ask if I am okay. Continue reading